My pretend husband.

Okay, let's be honest.  Anyone in my life around the time of September-December of last year most likely knew of my absolute infatuation with Bon Iver (Justin Vernon).  I'm not sure how I even discovered him- more than likely while pouring over music blogs, hungrily  searching for new blissful tunes to fill my head and heart as life swiftly continues on.

I took a break from his music for awhile, but this evening as I was walking about; cleaning supplies in hand, fulfilled and relaxed from a summery (it's finally here!!!),  rejuvenating weekend, something pulled me back to that album.  His voice and raw passion have always made my hair stand on end, and his live performances are unreal. There is also obviously something riveting about someone locking themselves away during a Wisconsin winter to pour torment, heartache and isolation into songs. Are you kidding me?! It's really something out of a girlish fairy tale. ;) All adoration aside, when Justin Vernon emerged from the cabin, the finished product in his hand (For Emma, Forever ago), is without a doubt, one of the most intensely heart wrenching and lovely albums I've ever, ever come across. I'd call it brilliant, actually.

This gorgeous gem is my favorite song from the album.  Also one of my favorite songs of all time, basically. Sigh.

"This my excavation and today is Kumran
Everything that happens is from now on
This is pouring rain
This is paralyzed

I keep throwing it down two hundred at a time
It's hard to find it when you knew it
When your money's gone
And you're drunk as hell

On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load
In the back and the racks and the stacks are your load
In the back with your racks and you're unstacking your load

I've twisting to the sun I needed to replace
The fountain in the front yard is rusted out
All my love was down 
In a frozen ground

There's a black crow sitting across from me; his wiry legs are crossed
And he's dangling my keys he even fakes a toss
Whatever could it be
That has brought me to this loss?

On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load
In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load
In the back with your racks and you're unstacking your load

This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization
It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away
Your love will be
Safe with me" 

Illustration source: here